The night was as deep as ink
Inside the room, a dim, yellow light shone through an old oil lamp, shrouding the entire room in darkness.
As light and shadow intertwine, the various totems and symbols hanging on the wall appear even more eerie and unpredictable.
A slender figure sat at the wooden table; it was Aisie Hall.
Her slightly wavy silver hair fell down, and her skin was as white as snow.
The purple dress was embroidered with intricate patterns, which appeared and disappeared under the dim light, like living, breathing creatures.
The skirt is layered and decorated with delicate silver tassels, which reflect a cold light under the dim light, as if countless eyes are peering into one's soul.
She exuded an alluring, eerie, and unpredictable aura.
Fingers adorned with eerie purple nail polish silently extended, covering the slightly worn tarot deck in front of her, the movement elegant yet tinged with a touch of languid femininity.
A faint, rustling sound emanated from the air, like a whisper, mysterious and eerie.
She flipped over the tarot cards on the table one by one, forming intricate and bizarre patterns that were incomprehensible to most.
Her deep, dark eyes stared at the intricate patterns of the tarot cards, the candlelight flickering slightly, reflecting dancing flames in the depths of her abyss-like eyes.
Her pale face possessed an unreal beauty, yet also an inexplicable eeriness, mysterious and unpredictable, strange and bizarre.
Her gaze was fixed on the turned-over tarot cards, her deep, dark eyes flashing with sharpness and gloom, her brows furrowed tightly.
A moment later, a dark and angry look surged in her eyes, and her slender, pale hand, filled with irritation, suddenly pushed the tarot cards that formed the intricate patterns forward.
The tarot cards, which had been arranged in a strange and unpredictable order, were suddenly in disarray, scattered haphazardly on the table.
Aisie Hall crossed his arms, his eyes filled with endless darkness, and he seemed to drift away.
Suddenly, a burst of light surged from the crystal ball on the table, and a tall figure hidden in the darkness emerged.
His cold, sharp eyes gleamed in the darkness, exuding a chilling aura.
His cold gaze fell through the crystal ball onto the messy tarot cards on the table. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a deep, indifferent voice came from the crystal ball.
"Only they could make you lose your composure like this after a divination."
Aisie Hall leaned back in her chair with an air of elegance, her hands folded gracefully on her lap, a cold glint of light emanating from the corners of her eerie, dark eyes, which suddenly swept lightly towards the crystal ball.
A low, magnetic, feminine voice, tinged with coldness, spoke in a chilling tone:
"Shen Yuan, why are you contacting me all of a sudden?"
Shen Yuan didn't answer but asked, "What was the result of your divination?"
His eerie brow twitched silently, and a rare hint of impatience crept into Aisie Hall's voice:
"I told you long ago that one of them was born with an unparalleled destiny, while the other was outside of his destined path."
"Any divination targeting them is naturally unlikely to be effective."
Shen Yuan replied without fear: "So, your failure this time was unexpected."
Aisie Hall fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, a cold glint in his eyes.
She is known for her unerring divination skills, and she can usually foresee the outcome of a matter before it even begins.
However, when facing Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue, her usually invincible weapon of mass destruction was completely ineffective.
Divination was just one of her methods; even without divination, she was not weak.
She believed she had seen far enough ahead. Most people probably thought Chu Liyue came here to deal with Vito Rosso, but she was the only one who keenly sensed that there might be an underlying intention to bring Xiao Wujie here for treatment.
So she made plans early on, even resorting to the lame excuse of investigating the No. 1 reagent to forcibly summon Qian Shan and attract top authorities from various fields to the event under the guise of a seminar.
At the same time, they offered exorbitant bounties on the dark web to deter the desperate criminals there.
According to her original plan, she didn't even need to hunt down all those biochemists; eliminating just a few of the most famous ones would be enough to create panic and disrupt the entire Boston academic community.
At that time, everyone will be in danger and rush to escape, and Chu Liyue's plan will naturally fall through.
But she never expected that Chu Liyue would be so perceptive and cautious, managing to secretly protect the target even while being entangled with assassins, before the seminar began.
She successfully created panic, but those capable of diagnosing and treating Xiao Wujie didn't manage to eliminate many of them.
All the elaborate schemes and plans were ultimately in vain.
This was the first time in her life that she had stumbled so thoroughly.
Shen Yuan, who knew her thoughts, couldn't help but sneer: "Back when her fate was weak, you had wicked intentions, but you failed. Now that she has grown to this level, it is normal for you to lose to her."
He paused slightly, then his voice deepened: "In your words, this is destiny."
Aisie Hall fell silent for a moment, his eyes dark and complex.
For a moment, her long eyelashes lowered slightly, concealing the emotions in her eyes. When she looked up again, her eyes were unfathomable, and she spoke in a soft, feminine voice:
"It was just a failed test; how can it be considered a defeat?"
"Also, you've been talking a lot of nonsense today."
After a moment of silence, Shen Yuan, whose figure was hidden in the darkness, spoke softly:
"I can't hide it anymore."
Although Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue were in Boston, their pursuit of him in the capital never stopped.
With Xiao Wujie's "ghost traces," Chu Mingcheng's "shadow blade," and Chu Liyue and God's meticulous investigation, they probably already have some doubts about his identity.
With a deep gaze fixed on the flickering lamplight on the wall, Aisie Hall's eerie face appeared even more sinister and mysterious in the shimmering light.
After a long while, she suddenly chuckled softly, completely reverting to her usual sinister and unpredictable demeanor. "Heh~ So be it if I'm exposed."
Shen Yuan asked calmly, "What do you mean?"
Aisie Hall rose leisurely, her ornate and elaborate skirt trailing on the ground, her eyes flashing slightly as she gave a sinister and enigmatic smile:
“Shen Yuan, you are still too young, and your grasp of many things is not yet deep enough.”
"Since we cannot attack the body, we should attack the mind."
"A person who appears strong on the outside is bound to be weak on the inside; those with emotions and ties are actually the most vulnerable..."
Shen Yuan was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice: "What do you want to do?"
Aissi Hall chuckled softly, "Wait for me in the capital of China. I'll be there soon."
"You're no longer planning to make a move in Boston?"
Aisie Hall put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the window, chuckling in a sinister tone: "Leaving like this really feels like fleeing in disarray."
"Alright then, let's give them a gift..."
...
When Vito Rosso entered the room, he saw Aisie Hall standing by the window with his hands behind his back, his silver hair swaying gently, his back long and sinister.
"What do you want?"
"Hehe~", Aisie Hall suddenly turned around, a purple light flashing in her eyes, and Vito Rosso, who met her gaze, instantly had his pupils shrink.
The next moment, his vision went completely blank.
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